Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

She also looked at her phone: "You have 20 seconds."

"..." Ye Wangchuan had never been threatened before, and was willing to be threatened. Because it was her, it didn't seem so difficult to change her words: "Remember the vault where Elena hid things."

Here it comes.

Qiao Nian felt the truth coming.

Her eyes dimmed.

"Yeah."

"The short arrow was smeared with poison." He said it.

Qiao Nian leaned on her elbows on the sofa and sat up straight: "Poison?"

"Yes." Since Ye Wangchuan had said it, there was no need to hide it from her: "To be precise, it's not a poison, it's a microorganism."

"Bacterial warfare." The girl's expression quickly turned cold, and she accurately grasped the key point: "They are also studying these things on Temu Island."

Ye Wangchuan walked over and handed her hot water, asking her to drink some more to moisten her throat. He lowered his eyes and said casually: "I found Zhong Lao and the medical team I raised, and started from both ends. Zhong Lao and the medical team have made progress. I have obtained the prescription to suppress the poisonous insects, but I am still short of one medicine. Eleanor is already looking for it, and Zhong Lao is also helping me research special medicine, so don't worry about me."

Qiao Nian frowned, and after a while, she looked up at him without reaching out: "Ji Lin knows?"

"He is the only person who knows besides Zhong Lao." Ye Wangchuan admitted.

Qiao Nian instantly understood why Ji Lin reacted so strongly when he heard that Elena was dead. He was not surprised that Elena was dead at all, but was worried about the poison in Ye Wangchuan.

She took a deep breath and immediately said, "What is the last missing medicine?"

Ye Wangchuan raised his hand and rubbed her upturned black hair, and raised the corner of his lips in a good mood: "I'm already looking for it, don't worry."

Qiao Nian was annoyed by his rubbing, lifted her thin eyelids, raised her hand to wave him away, but he seized the opportunity to grab her wrist and gently twisted her wrist bone with his fingertips.

"Worried about me?"

"Tsk."

Qiao Nian looked at him, clicked her tongue wantonly, and didn't give him face.

"Didn't you tell me not to worry."

Ye Wangchuan bent down to her, his breath sprinkled on her skin, and their eyes met, reflecting each other's figures in their eyes: "You can worry, I just don't think there's any need for you to worry."

Qiao Nian seemed to fall into his eyes, and was about to be sucked into the deep black eyes. Even the brain stopped for a second before resuming thinking.

"…Elena's death was very strange. I received a call before she died. I used a voice changer. The person on the phone asked me to go to the police station."

"Yeah."

Ye Wangchuan looked at her dodging gaze and hummed slightly.

"I'll go check."

His eyes were very deep, and he wanted to drag people into a deep vortex: "Can I drink some hot water now?"

Qiao Nian looked along his hand.

The man's slender fingers held the glass, and the light reflected by the night light on the edge of the glass fell on his hand, beautiful like the pattern on porcelain. His superior fingers were beautiful and gently rested on the glass.

The four words "pleasing to the eye" flashed in her mind, and her eyes stayed on his fingers for a little longer.

Ye Wangchuan noticed her gaze on him, followed her gaze, and fell on his hand, and raised his eyebrows high.

"Like?"

Qiao Nian leaned back with her legs open, and her neck line was fragile and sharp: "Yeah, I like all the good-looking ones."

"Yeah, they're all yours."

He took over the conversation quite casually.

Qiao Nian's eyes glared at him.

Ye Wangchuan stuffed the cup into her hands and scraped her nose with his fingertips. His tall and handsome figure gave her a sense of security: "Drink some hot water to warm your stomach first, then go take a shower and rest early." (End of this chapter)